Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Serbia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The New Christs,
Rotary Connection,
The Martian,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Bananas,
Y Pants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Duran Duran,
Khruangbin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
a-ha,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sonics,
Audionom,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Skriet,
Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Guru Guru,
Smog,
Gabor Szabo,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echospace,
The Toasters,
Lucky Dragons,
The Durutti Column,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultravox,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Slits,
Cybotron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Young Marble Giants,
New Order,
Eurythmics,
Ponytail,
David McCallum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick May,
The Standells,
Animal Collective,
Television,
Cecil Taylor,
Outsiders,
MC5,
The Blues Magoos,
the Normal,
The Angels of Light,
ABC,
Aswad,
Faust,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.